A Mother's Tale: Life With An Adult Transsexual Child, pt 5
http://lezgetreal.com/?p=187797/27/09
Eighteen months ago, Bridget and my husband joined me in Vermont. It was more than coming home. It was like coming to paradise for Bridget. Self-identified gays and lesbians outnumber all other minorities combined in Vermont. There is a beautiful Gothic-Victorian bed-and-breakfast in the hills above Brandon called "The Birdcage" that specializes in civil unions. Contrary to the predictions of the anti-civil union crowd, Vermont has neither suffered economically nor been swallowed up into a giant sinkhole since the passage of civil unions. I had a customer one day at the supermarket where I work who was wearing women's shorts and a tank top, loads of women's jewelry and wedgies. He had chest hair, was balding and needed a shave. There are two transgender doctors in town who have not lost patients and are not subjected to hoards of ooglers as they go about their work. I have found it very easy to tell people at work about Bridget. A simple "I had a son and a daughter and now I have two daughters" suffices. Occasionally, I've been asked questions about ->-bleeped-<-, but no one has said anything untoward about my child. My husband's family has been completely accepting and Bridget's uniqueness has actually been helpful to one of her cousins, who suffers from severe psychological problems.
